I Met David Sedaris, or, “I shit in your mother’s mouth!”
Today was awesome and I think I found my calling. More on that later. It’s probably a false alarm anyway. I’ve made that bold declaration a hundred times before. I […]
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Fruity Breakfast
The very first time I had grapefruit, I was dressed in a vintage Dior suit at a very nice restaurant in Paris, a stone’s throw from Notre Dame, called L’Atelier […]
Benjamin Phillips 